My relationship with my long distance boyfriend who was about to move to my country was idea. I'm sure he deeply loved me and I also deeply adored him, we were really into each other.
However, over time and as our attachment grew, his controlling tendencies started to take over: he started by getting mad at my social media and wanting me to erase following and followers, filter my pictures and stop posting new pics, since that meant I wanted attention, according to him. Then, I cut off male friends and didn't go to celebrations where there could be men. Then he banned the gym for me. I paint and sometimes sell my art, he also banned me from going in person to give the artwork to a client. Even clothes were an issue, he thought that of a little bit of belly was showing, or the sides of the dress were slightly open, that it was too revealing. I live in a beach city where girls were absolutely worse things than that. On top of that, constant false accusations.
Arguments started. I became very resentful and spiteful, since he had trouble applying many of these restrictions to himself. One day he admitted that his impositions made me resentful and killed my love. At the end of our relationship, he said he didn't feel any love coming from me anymore. He said I should be patient with his insecurities and that he would work on them over time, but I said I was feeling miserable and that I wanted to wear certain clothes and go to the gym and that I would do it whether he liked it or not. He said he didn't like my defiant attitude, said I didn't love him and broke up with me, after 2 years, over a dress and a gym. I feel somehow guilty that maybe I lost something valuable, but he wasn't even helping me in any way, all we had was drama in our relationship. Was this the best outcome?
Ps: during our relationship, anytime I tried to assert my voice or leave he started crying and hitting his face, to the extent of leaving bruises all over it.
